I use to be like super afraid of you but now it's just like 'hm. how can I break Michelle's spirit into a million little pieces /today/?'
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I use to be like super afraid of you but now it's just like 'hm. how can I break Michelle's spirit into a million little pieces /today/?'
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"... Class dismissed." The sounds of chairs being pushed back from desks and the rustle of papers as the students rushed to pack their bags and leave the classroom was drowned out by the low rumble of voices. Leaned back against the desk behind him, Will Graham let out a quiet sigh, adjusting the glasses that perched atop his nose. As the hum of voices grew more and more distant, he finally allowed himself to look up again, only to find that he was not alone.
"Can I help you?" the profiler inquired at the stranger that stood before him. They did not look like any of his students.
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He told Sarah that he couldn't see anyone after one AM. He bloody well told her, but obviously she forgot. There was a list of patients still waiting to be checked up on and he was the only one still in the clinic.
Other than the janitor, of course.
He sighed and stepped into one of the small rooms, and stared at the patient.
"Right. Doctor Watson, how can I help you?"